Saturday, I awoke bright and early to leave Biff’s house and head back home. I had homework on the brain. Must accomplish something this weekend. When I arrived, my mama told me that the family would be going to see The Eagle, and if I didn’t have too much to do, I could join. I went, of course, and was happier for it, except for the fact that by 4 pm, I still had not touched school work. Afterward I did a measly amount of work and then was pulled into watching Nanny McPhee. Ok, truthfully, I was asked and gladly obliged.
Here is montage of my Saturday chow, in case you’re curious:
|Chocolate Chai with Chobani, oats, and strawberries.|
|Toasted turkey provolone sandwich, cucumbers, and an apple.|
|Flat bread pizza. Millet flat bread, ricotta cheese, and roasted tomatoes and onions.|
|Stuffing my face.|
|I didn't eat him, but sometimes I want to. This is the cutest creature on the face of the earth.|
Here is a large component of the time-wasting problem:
|Black coffee, toast with blueberry jam, banana, and cottage cheese.|
|My take on fitnessista's recovery smoothie: 4 oz. vanilla almond milk, 5 strawberries, 1 scoop chocolate protein powder, 1 tsp instant coffee, and a handful of ice cubes. Divine.|
|My unfinished half of pizza.|
|Veggie soup, GF garlic and mozzarella sausage, french fries, and a half-empty glass of wine. We know how to do it classy.|
Number one: the projects that I have taken on this semester (namely, a wedding and a senior thesis) require structure and extensive planning, neither of which I am good at. I am a very go-with-the-flow kind of person, and I don’t really like to think about things until they are upon me (whether or not that is a good thing is not part of this discussion). Planning stresses me out to the nth degree. Luckily for me, my mom is an amazing event planner. Unluckily for me, no one in my family has a clue what the heck my senior thesis is about.
Number two: in the back of my mind, I keep thinking to myself, these next few months are the end of an era in my life. I will be moving away from my family, getting married, and going to live in a foreign country. I am over-the-moon excited to marry the love of my life, but I am incredibly torn up about leaving my family and my home. I know I will see them again, soon and often, but I can’t help but feel like I have to savor every second of the next few months with them. I don’t even want to miss a trip to the grocery store. If you haven’t gotten it by now, my family means everything to me. It’s going to be so bittersweet to leave.
There you have it folks. I know it’s a little heavy, but I felt the need to explain my unpredictable emotional state these days. It’s a growing process. It’s a journey. It’s what life is all about. I know that in four months, I will be starting the adventure of a lifetime with the person who completes me in every way. But until then, I will be appreciating every little moment with the ones I love on this side of the ocean.